Tag: love

My husband isn’t big on desserts. I know. I don’t get it, either. It breaks my heart, actually, because I love to bake, but when the finished product is ready (and nowadays, blogged about and photographed), I’m left with a huge dessert that no one will eat but me and the kids. And I only…

In most cases, broccoli soup isn’t necessarily something that would make a person emotional. In my case, though, it triggers some wonderful memories of childhood, my beloved Grandparents, and falling in love with restaurants and dining for the first time. My mom’s parents, who both now live in their Heavenly home, were very special to…

I feel like every true blue American family has a relative with a version of this meatball recipe. In my family, it’s Auntie Julie. Auntie Julie is a major reason behind all of my creative endeavors. She is the most incredible cook, an absolutely amazing interior designer, and all around beautiful soul. Her meatballs are…

As I’ve said in previous posts, it was love at first sight with our house. The moment we drove up and saw that quintessential wooden farmhouse exterior, with its big dormers and welcoming front porch, I was head over heels. And then we walked in, and it had a library. A library! The online listing…

The reason I call these Magic Cream Biscuits is because the ease and short time it takes for them to come together is truly magical. With just three ingredients, no resting time, and a quick bake in the oven, you’ll have fresh, flaky, warm biscuits for your family to enjoy any day of the week!…

There’s just nothing else as dreamy as a little girl’s bedroom. While I absolutely loved every single second of decorating Leston’s room, something in me just sang when it came to Jovie’s. Throughout the process I found I kept saying to myself, “Ahh, I would have loved this when I was a little girl!” or…

To know me is to know my hatred of all things plastic and primary colored. As the mother of a 2-year-old and a 4-year-old, these things are shockingly difficult to avoid. But, I persist. That doesn’t mean depriving my children of the things they love (seemingly just to spite me, sometimes) like battery operated, florescently…

I write a lot of notes. Always have. My mom still has a stash somewhere of a collection of the notes I wrote to her as a little girl, most of which say something along the lines of “I’m sorry, mommy. I’ll never do (fill in the blank) again. I love you.” Followed pretty immediately…

My mom loves Christmas. Like, really, really loves Christmas. She’s one of those beautiful souls who starts the Christmas music in August, has every gift purchased by September, and the house completely decorated the day after Halloween. And the Hallmark movies? Don’t get me started. I love this woman more than life itself, but dear…